“Bro-bot is still sleeping! You’ve got a flight at a little past nine today, you know.”
Early in the morning, Xia Xi was yanked out of bed by Xia Yue.
As for why Xia Yue called him “Bro-bot”—well, that had to do with what the system had been up to while piloting Xia Xi’s body over the past three days.
One morning at breakfast, Xia Yue suddenly decided to tease her brother.
“Bro, want some warm milk? If you do, just call me your ‘dearest little sister’ and I’ll hand it right over~”
“Oh.”
The system-controlled Xia Xi merely let out a flat “oh” and kept nibbling on his dry bread, bite after bite.
“What do you mean ‘oh’! Looks like the bond between us siblings has really faded~”
Xia Yue dramatically clutched her chest, putting on a pained expression at her brother’s cold reaction.
“Oh.”
“Bro!”
“Oh.”
Xia Yue: “…”
Stuff like that happened a lot. The system’s whole deal was keeping things short and simple, and “oh” was its go-to response—clear, concise, and favorite.
So…
“Since when did I buy a plane ticket?!”
Xia Xi’s brain was forcibly booted up, and he was totally lost.
Three days ago, when he’d gone to play Bai Xiaocha’s father, everything was fine. How was it that after three days, the moment he returned to his own body, he was told he’d bought a ticket?
“Don’t you remember? The other day, Xinyu’s little brother came looking for you, saying you should head back to the capital with Luo Xinyu when you have time. Apparently their dad wants to meet you or something.”
Xia Yue rubbed her smooth chin, as if trying to recall.
“Hehehe, bro, does this count as you meeting the parents with Xinyu?”
Their own parents had passed away early, so there were no parents to meet on their side. But Luo Xinyu’s father was still alive, so if they were going to be together, they’d definitely have to meet Luo Jingcheng face to face.
“What meeting the parents? Don’t talk nonsense. Your Xinyu and I are just friends.”
Xia Xi awkwardly swatted away Xia Yue’s hand as she tried to sling an arm around his shoulder.
“Ooooh~ ‘Just~ friends~'”
Xia Yue dragged out the words in a teasing, singsong tone.
“You dummy bro, don’t be a player. I think Xinyu’s great—just go for it already~”
Xia Yue mentally counted things up—her brother had actually hooked up with quite a few girls. Xinyu was one, Xueling was another, plus the two Liu sisters. And the craziest part? Even though he clearly had a way with women, none of them seemed to mind much, and the harem war she’d been expecting still hadn’t blown up.
Honestly, she was a little disappointed.
If her brother ever got caught in a real harem war, wouldn’t that be some top-tier entertainment for her?
Xia Xi was just about to tease Xia Yue back when he turned and spotted Luo Xinyu and An Xiaoyu standing at the doorway.
There they were—one holding a bucket of popcorn, the other carrying two cups of orange juice, each with a straw already in—looking like they were ready to watch the show.
An Xiaoyu had initially wanted to set Xia Xi up with Sister Xueling, since she’d first met Lin Xueling and Xueling had always been good to her.
But later, after Luo Xinyu moved into Xia Xi’s place, she gradually came to realize that the main wife’s status was just unshakable.
As for Xia Xi’s whole “just friends” thing—she didn’t believe a single word of it.
Come on, Luo Xinyu and Xia Xi were practically glued at the hip! “Just friends”—yeah right! Even ghosts would laugh at that!
It’s not like her brother was actually planning to be a player, was he?
No way, no way?
Noticing An Xiaoyu’s gaze growing more suspicious by the second, Xia Xi silently wiped cold sweat off his brow in his mind.
He hadn’t even said anything, and he was already being labeled as some two-timing jerk.
“Ahem.”
He cleared his throat, threw off the covers, and shuffled out of the room in his pajamas.
“Breakfast first, breakfast first. My stomach’s growling like crazy. We still have to head to the airport after eating—wouldn’t want to miss the flight.”
Seeing Xia Xi clumsily change the subject, the girls lost interest. Xia Yue even let out a long “Ewww~” before sitting down at the table with her brother, a look of mock disgust on her face.
Luo Xinyu didn’t say anything about Xia Xi’s reaction. She just smiled quietly and set a cup of warm milk in front of him.
Warm milk had actually started out as Luo Xinyu’s favorite drink. But somewhere along the way, Xia Xi—who used to love ice-cold cola—had also started drinking warm milk and grown pretty fond of it.
Of course, he hadn’t abandoned cola entirely. That stuff was pure happiness on a hot summer day.
Only Xia Xi and Luo Xinyu went to the airport. Xia Yue and An Xiaoyu didn’t come along to see them off.
In Xia Xi’s eyes, they were still kids. After he and Luo Xinyu got on the plane, leaving them alone in a crowded, chaotic place like the airport didn’t feel safe.
“Relax. Don’t be nervous.”
On the plane, Luo Xinyu placed her hand over Xia Xi’s. Her soft, smooth palm made him freeze for a second.
“I’m not nervous. It’s not like I’ve never met your dad before. I even chatted with him when I was in your body.”
Xia Xi’s gaze drifted a little.
He had, in fact, talked with Luo Jingcheng while using Luo Xinyu’s body—but back then, the context was different. He’d been using her identity, acting as the beloved daughter. Of course there was no reason to be nervous.
But now, what was he going as? Definitely not just a regular friend.
Luo Xinyu could tell he was just putting up a brave front. The occasional slight tremble in his hands and thighs gave him away.
Suddenly, an idea came to her.
“Xia Xi, how about…”
Luo Xinyu leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear, and whispered her plan.
At first, Xia Xi hesitated and wanted to refuse, but her reasoning was convincing. In the end, he agreed.
“So why is your suitcase so heavy…”
Xia Xi, now in Luo Xinyu’s slender frame, struggled to drag the pure white suitcase along.
His own black suitcase was being handled by Luo Xinyu, who was currently in his body.
Comparing the two, Luo Xinyu’s white one was clearly much heavier. And since her body had significantly less strength than his, he was having a rough time of it.
“Idiot. Just hand the suitcase to the bodyguard.”
Luo Xinyu raised her index finger and gently tapped Xia Xi’s smooth, full forehead, then walked ahead with her hands clasped behind her back.
Well… that walk wasn’t the serious, dignified kind—more like a playful, bouncy stride of a mischievous girl.
Watching Luo Xinyu make those girly gestures in his male body, Xia Xi’s face instantly flushed bright red.
This was way too mortifying!!!
